Once again, single in the city.

Parting is such sweet sorrow and then you roll over, go back to sleep and the separation anxiety eases.

Refreshed from David’s jarring 5am wake up call, I headed to Central Park.

Mission was to explore the new doings in the Ramble and Lake area…major construction going on.

Bow Bridge has been restored to its original beauty and it was the site of Kristen Stewart and Jesse Eisenberg filming the latest Woody Allen movie.

New paths to the Lake have been forged and Chambers Landing was unveiled as the Park is recreating some of the original boat landings.

I eventually exited the Park and window shopped down Madison Avenue, turning on East 67th Street. I unexpectedly ran into an amazing Halloween display. Even posh eastsiders do up Halloween.

I finally headed home and made the decision to hit Broadway.

I gussied up early for date night with my friend, Sandy.

I arrived at TKTS around 1:30pm and decided to see the play, Sylvia attracted by a top notch cast comprised of Matthew Broderick, Julie White and Annaleigh Ashford.

I scored a sixth row orchestra seat for half price and even better there was a short woman with a small head seated in front of me.

Sylvia is a play by A.R. Gurney about a dog, the couple who adopts her and the life that ensues after Sylvia settles in.

I saw the original Sylvia in 1995 Off-Broadway, starring Sarah Jessica Parker as Sylvia. It was amusing, but I did entertain reservations about seeing it again.

I am so glad I took the leap because it was hysterical as well as poignant. Annaleigh Ashford was fabulous as Sylvia, the dog…her delivery perfection.

Mathhew Broderick was charming, Julie White suitably tenacious and Robert Sella remarkably hilarious playing both a man and a woman…performed better than Caitlyn Jenner.

I departed on command without being rewarded with a treat and strolled over to 5th Avenue.

I was starving because I hadn’t eaten all day and did a drive by at my old standby, Burger Heaven.

I sat at the counter and had a diet coke and half a baked potato. I love Burger Heaven just for good ole American standards.

I still had a few hours to kill before martinis at Sandy’s so I took in the sights and sounds of Bloomingdale’s, meeting a lovely woman who asked to take a photo of my Christian Louboutin Rollerboy spike black velvet shoes.

Sandy had chilled glasses and ice cold martinis awaiting my arrival.

We had a quick cocktail hour and then off to Vaucluse.

Second go round, the food was very good…had to try their highly touted White Label Burger ($24).

Unfortunately, Vaucluse was a hot as hell and a menopausal women’s nightmare and the server was a well attired douche.

Do not fear, the girls deflected the negatives and the evening was delightful.

Sandy, being, the attentive date, waited on deserted Park Avenue with me until we secured a cab.

I am a walker. Couldn’t believe it was $10 for a 5 minute drive straight through the Park, but I draw the line at solo late night strolls through Central Park.

Another tantalizingly fabulous day in New York City.